[ It's that tremble in her voice that finally gets him to drop his hands from tight fists, to fall to heavy breaths and tight shut eyes for a minute. A minute of an attempt to stop himself. To let himself find some sense of self-control in this. To find that zen he's fixated on for months now despite the everything of what's happened. He hasn't forgotten how terrifying SOLDIERs are seen back on Gaia. He hasn't forgotten the looks he occasionally got while in the system.
But keeping himself in check feels barely possible then. He feels stretched so paper thin. All he can think about is Jim-Jim-that-IDIOT-WHY-DID-HE-DO-THAT-WHY-DIDN'T-I-- ]
I was so damn close, Tifa! He was right there in front of me!! [ 'He's right there! He's... right there'. Zell's voice haunts him in the back of his mind- like it's some sort of sick track on repeat. ]
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But keeping himself in check feels barely possible then. He feels stretched so paper thin. All he can think about is Jim-Jim-that-IDIOT-WHY-DID-HE-DO-THAT-WHY-DIDN'T-I-- ]
I was so damn close, Tifa! He was right there in front of me!! [ 'He's right there! He's... right there'. Zell's voice haunts him in the back of his mind- like it's some sort of sick track on repeat. ]